**BOOM!!**
Suddenly a loud sound snapped Noah out of his daze.
Water splashed up everywhere and when it settled, one of the neighbouring boats near them about twenty feet away was smashed to bits. The occupants had jumped off last minute, all four of them hitting the water in different directions, the shrapnel from the hull spreading outward across the surface in a flat ring.
Noah was already moving before the debris settled.
He hit the water feet first, the cold slamming into him like a wall, and pulled his arms back into a stroke that covered the distance between his boat and the nearest recruit in under four seconds. The boy was disoriented, taking on water, his arms working without coordination. Noah got an arm under his chest from behind and turned immediately, kicking hard, pulling them both back toward the boat.
He deposited the recruit over the side and went back in.
